Take Two

Not much to say on this one. It's a song and it has a melody, though no real chords as yet. It's a movie metaphor - I'm a film nerd. The verbose lyrics were probably inspired by Andrew Hansen of Chaser fame when he starred in the documentary Uni. He was playing the traps around Melbourne and I really dug the way he strung as many words in a phrase as he could cram. Hansen and Dylan.

Take Two

You say I’m living my life,
Like I was in some kind of movie.
And you don’t think I’d say anything at all,
If it didn’t sound a little groovy.
And you wonder if it’ll ever take anything less,
Than some romantic film cliché to move me.
I’m rendered speechless by this brand new knack,
You seem to’ve found to see straight through me.
Well you’re walking out now, but you say,
“We can be friends”.
I’ll let you in on a secret about this film -
This ain’t how it ends.

Well it might be just a film I’m living,
But at least it’s mine.
And I ‘ve been working on this script right here,
For what seems to me to be the longest time.
So I know, there ain’t supposed to be any conflict,
Just redemption in Act Nine.
And a true love confession from you,
Maybe one or two witty lines,
You say “Shouldn’t every film be a little tragic?”
I say, “That depends.”
You see, this particular script starring you and I,
This ain’t how it ends.

You were supposed to be the leading lady,
But you’ve gone and got it all wrong.
It’s like you’ve thrown the script out now,
And you’re making this all up as you go along.
I thought by now we’d have had the steamy love scene,
Maybe even thrown in a song,
Yes, there’s tragedy in this world,
But in this film of mine is not where it belongs.
Feel I’m drowning like a diver in a sea of sorrow,
With a bad case of the bends.
Well this just can’t be right,
I’ll tell you now, this ain’t how it ends.

Well dim the mood lights now,
I want this film to be black and white,
And I can stay here and rehearse this scene,
If it takes me all god damn night,
You come running to my front door,
Tell me you were wrong and I was right,
And throw your arms around me as the violins swell,
Even though that’s kind of trite.
You see I need the kind of mood,
You only get from a soft focus lens,
Because this harsh light falling down on me now,
This ain’t how it ends.

Last night I had the strangest dream,
You came to my house, I said “Hello”.
You said “Take me back please,"
And somehow I managed to say “No.”
You said “I missed you so much honey.”
I replied, “Didn’t I tell you say.”
That’s when you leaned in close to me and said,
“Now, give me one more kiss before I go.”
Then you walked away with a tear,
And my heart began to mend.
That’s when I woke up happy in my empty bed,
And thought, "Yeah, that's how it ends."

New Material and a Winter Dirge

I've just been "digging through the crates" so to speak, and rifling through all the cardboard boxes I have in storage. Apart from a bad case of hayfever from teh dust, I found a whole new pile of crap to post :)

This one is another love song to Winter. I really had a thing for Winter. I guess I still do. This poem is about how I didn't get what I wanted one Winter and when Spring came around, I couldn't understand where it'd all gone wrong.

September Too Soon

This early arrival of Spring.
The cold grey days washed sublime with warmer blue,
The misery of the sky completed,
Is harrowing.

I had no idea that your endurance would be,
Strong enough to bear, the liquid air,
The numbness in your limbs.

You were safe through the colder days,
In your isolated and warm flat.
Crouched down by the fire place,
With an episode of Melrose Place.

Gathering up wood from the miriad suitors,
Who were only passing through.
I'd placed too much faith,
In the warmth I could provide you.

My life as a blanket is over,
The sun is out, the sheets are gone,
The sweat will embrace you soon.
You'll have no further need,
Of my enveloping worship of you,
See you next June.

Little Brown Triangle Shaped Perfect Moments

I spoke to my cousin (and co-writer of (sic)bunnie) tonight about cola-flavoured Freezas and it has prompted this post.

This is a poem I submitted to Xpress during the governments promotion of young (under 25) writers. It had a name (the promotion) and an ad campaign, but it escapes me. It was all about giving a "voice" to disenfranchised youth.

Anyway, the poem was published in Xpress and I sent a cut out copy of it to Peters confectioners in a bid to get them to make the sickly brown manna again. 3 or 4 years later they actually did.

Cola Freezas

Trashy pop culture never hurt anyone,
It’s all that there is when your life is undone,
When you’re sitting there waiting for a savior to come,
‘Cause somebody has taken out Jesus
You can sell all your dreams, take the money and run,
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas.

Saturday cartoons, The Six Million Dollar Man,
And that Scooby Doo aint no flash in the pan,
Well we can’t find a hero so we take who we can,
When depression’s clammy hand seizes,
We remember with fondness Luke, Leia and Han,
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas.

Yesterday our freedom was all that we got,
And our friends would stick by us like it or not,
The Earth that we lived on wasn’t so God damn hot,
And it didn’t take too much to please us.
We smiled so much more out of joy for our lot,
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas

Now we’re grown up and the rules have all changed,
And we find all those rules are a little too strange,
The life that we’re leading has been pre-arranged,
And the Government is trying to lead us,
We’ve got everything to lose and nothing to gain,
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas.

Think if you will back to nineteen eighty four,
And the songs that you loved but don’t hear anymore,
If you can’t see inside let me open the door,
Let me put back all of the pieces,
I can take you back through all the years lived before,
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas.

I Don’t Like Mondays by the Boomtown Rats,
And The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats,
And what about Breakdance let’s not forget that,
Though it didn’t take too long to leave us,
We danced roller skating to songs like Wham Rap
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas.

So if you’re messed up and a Slacker like me,
Live back in the past it will soon set you free,
Your memories are precious I know you will see,
These Boomers are trying to tease us,
They want us to live like them dripping with greed,
But they’ll never bring back Cola Freezas.